Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
Isabella walked quietly down a street twoards an open air market of one of the bigger city's, her cloak his her face as she walked with her head down and her hands in the pockets the long cloak had. She hav been starving for days now and was happy she had gotten into town. But that happiness was short lived when she had seen posters of her face and a reward. How could this be happening, she would never hurt any one and then she was framed for a murdure. She sighed a little and looked around when she got to the market and the blast of scents of good food closed her. It was intoxicating to her and she had to have some thing so she walks over to a small stall and looks over all the fresh fruits as she started to drool slightly. Maybe they wouldn't notice, they are really busy so why would they notice? She slowly reached forward and then grabed an apple nonchalantly then slipped it into her pocket thinking no one would notice but that Thought was short lived as she felt a pain in her whist when the vendor grabed her wrist tightly and ripped her hand from her pocket. "What the hell do you think your doing?!?" He asked her in anger as she struggled to get away which made people start to gather around to see what was going on. "L-let me go!" She yelled at him as she looked down so he wouldn't see her face as he pulled her closer. "Your not getting away easily you little brat!" He yelled loudly as she struggled more to get free before she managed to slip fro his grasp and jumped over the crowd landing perfectly and gracefully on the other side and then running with her arms stretched out behind her as her hold flapped in the wind along with her coat. "Get her!!!" The merchant yelled and some young men gladly ran after her